fire, as a stripper at lafenwa market

By Osho Olaìítan Jeremiah

(After Shitta Faruq)

​i do not know why this grief glues to my country name/
its bond— a blood thick coffee in summer/ striking the face of a mother and her little son into a roaring folktale. since, i become the togetherness of bleak drops of melancholic crystal of liquid forming waves in the shores of my eyes.

the other day, there were bullets forming the teeth of Lagosians at the toll gate.
today, a lecturer's note on how to count more souls smouldering away from their bodies than more money crawling into their purses.

à tous les jésus qui sont allés sans au revoir, vous nous manquerez!

Writer's Biography

Osho Olaìítan Jeremiah is a young Nigerian poet, teacher, and student blending his words into pieces of writing from the beautiful city of Abeokuta, Ogun State. He is an undergraduate at Lagos State University. He has poems published/forthcoming in Litround, Naijahotstars, Madswirl, Communicator's League, Arts Lounge, and elsewhere. 
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When he's not writing poems, he's drafting lesson plans, cycling, or walking side by side with a twin sister.

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